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letra de ill feelings - crazez

[intro]

hah…these feelings be like…an open grave…were’s the end were not knowing were it began…p-ssed time…

[verse 1]

tic toc these feelings be marigo deranged..a such curse thought i must be in a dilemma self made..meined wrapped around tight chain unturned and berserk untamed…there comin with the white jacket,shackles,and chains…lock up an throw away the key…type never heard no see no evil like i’m a mute dumbfounded like sh-t be like some fantasy sea scape raped world rewound on tape…then show the kids how fake a world makes to suck em in then tape how we keep you engaged…it’s really feelings..just feelings…then the time that it takes on thirty and life it’s just sick crazy and insane by the mind of these deamons exercising the hate of corruption were there is no protection…be a fear of being a n0body go gotty lock l!ck new moo show ding dotty…take it out of thin air just to not be an able boddy, but part of the work force up above not seeing many bodies from being distracted by blinded eyes of clearwater stray far from the sight of truth we don’t see the living truth, were every evil is a hidden truth..just think about it..about it…about it…ramp and you rave, but clearly your deranged in this cycle miss we found typhoons of ill feelings…the true ones you hide each time you dying inside cuz we don’t know truly who we are, but what some fantasy made quote of the day just said it…but didn’t be said that faith without works is dead so were is the being made difference…stop and look in the mirror and is it truly your own beautiful self or just some empty made rot grave feeling,cold as dead black earth…

[hook]

cuz you can just sit in a slow h-ll sh-ll and be smashed all the h-ll like peter pumpkin eater had a wife and smashed her in a sh-ll that couldn’t keep her…or look up and let the light penetrate the darkness of pain…there’s no gain unless you retain an bottle up..put a corck in it…and let the world be it’s own playground misfortunates

[verse 2]

i must be subliminally blinded or just to warry minded an wrapped up that i can’t see standing in an unmarked open grave and heat sweated stress only self slowed created mess…was never gonna return again and i just guess it was a test…fifth to tenth an uneducated guess he’s a ripple ring carried incurable chest…barried and stuck on the day like it was only yesterday today be everyday stuck on a name,but it’s gone as yesterday ripped trampled tossed away only to leave the rest..they say only die with the best…on an empty wasted trash..like a sworen oath,don’t think i’m on here to double cross what i can’t easily forget and it’s awful…a face full of sh-t cun cow dun doogle…endlessly searching for the lost puzzle it’s unreachable from an arm distanced reached table…a p-ss and a fumble, push shove dismantled they say is p-ss soured pork someone put on the cape and rescue me from endlessly drowning…as lewis lane types the front page of thousand downers who stand frowning…cuz it’s knowing your beautiful inside, but cry behind mr.jeckle and hyde as remembering bonnie and clyde showed nothing to hide…fear wasn’t looking out from there eyes the day they died…but don’t think for a second miss confused lyrics describe my insides it’s so transparent reluctantly reexamined…i know what time it’s…it’s just meaningless credit..

[hook]

[verse 3]

oh wait…the doc just said stop and reexaminate…how twisted are you really these are undisclosed feelings taken lightly just prescribe another pill..i bet you you will…thousand mg of this and a three tab of that come back and will chat you can’t get off of that, like it’s your own personal get off renting sack…it’s misconsumption…how about you take it home and wear it for a week i’ll see you in a week and we’ll have the special pill then go through h-ll being a living truth your presence is an aftermath of a fallen h-ll…somebody get me out of the moment to seize the disownment before the explosion..a foot in open confusion the distortment..all i hear is static and empty wind blowing…everything here on can come as a blessing,but holes are still gaping the day that she played with it as all fun and games finally were up and the toy thrown in the box, just take it and leave it…but my stubbornness gained and self esteem went down the drain i’m soaked mangled spattered pain, i should thank her…it’s the fuel and the match that one day will give way to its tarrony grave, but it’s sickening rotten through the gut spit venom and words never any severity it only rattles my nerve to the core and it drains me…physically emotionally exhausted i just want to stop it…never to get out a hand, just let my ill feelings give you a hand showing to beat the devil at holding a death card double…so it’s no mystery of trust issues i’m haven…ill feelin is the only thing grabbing

[hook]

- crazez

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